Unicorns

I bumped into a girl I used to work with yesterday. She is nineteen years old and fucking stupid. When it is December in Boston and you are waiting for a cab, she is one of the girls blocking your street access, shivering in a backless tank top, and talking in mouse decibels. You know, one of the girls that make you wish for an arctic wind to come along and knock their underage asses into a snow bank. There is only one reason I want to single her out from the masses of people like her that annoy me. She found out two weeks ago that unicorns don't actually exist.